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  Maybe this was in-love Margo, as opposed to singleton Margo. Maybe being in love would make her mushy and stupid. How revolting.

  She needed her friends, needed to go back to her life and see these changes in context with the world she knew.

  It was also possible that she was freaking out and over-thinking the whole situation. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  She toweled dry, taking her time. She brushed her teeth and hair feeling more herself by the minute.

  The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around herself, the delicious scent of fried, cheesy goodness assaulted her nostrils. She walked into the living room cave and her heart melted.

  Runako had spread a blanket on the floor. There were candles, flowers, and most importantly, food. He carried a steaming microwave dish over to the blanket. He knelt and placed the dish with care. The thought and planning he’d put into setting this up coated her like balm.

  What had she been worrying about? This was Runako. He loved her. She loved him. Everything else could be worked out.

  “Hello,” she whispered.

  He smiled, his whole face lighting up. “Hello,” he replied, also in a whisper. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans and held out a white long-sleeve button-down shirt to her. Margo dropped the towel and slipped it on. The tails were long enough to cover vital bits, though it wouldn’t button over her breasts.

  Runako took her hand and led her to their picnic.

  Margo sat, legs curled to one side, and twisted her wet hair into a rope she pulled over one shoulder. Runako draped the fur she’d brought from his place over her shoulders.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  He sat, one knee up, elbow on that knee. His posture was relaxed, powerful, elegant, but there were worry lines around his eyes, and he watched her anxiously.

  Margo forked up a bite of lasagna and put it in her mouth. Cheese, glorious cheese.

  “Mmmm. This is good. I’m starving.” She opened her eyes, which she’d closed while going through that brief holy moment with a dairy product. “This is wonderful and romantic,” she gestured to the picnic, “but I’m too hungry to be dainty and cute.”

  Margo shifted to sit cross-legged and picked up the lasagna, using the edge of the fur as a hot pad.

  “Oh yeah,” she mumbled around a mouth of noodles, “this is good.”

  Runako smiled and relaxed, his shoulders loosening. He too sat up straight and picked up a tray. He’d chosen sweet and sour chicken. Ohh, Chinese food.

  “I love watching you eat,” he said, taking a bite.

  Margo snatched his tray and handed him the half-eaten lasagna. “I figure I’ve worked off enough calories that I can eat whatever I want.”

  Runako, blinking down at the lasagna he now held, shrugged and took a bite. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that’s normal.”

  “Calories, in the food.”

  “Are you worried about your appearance again?”

  “Not again, always,” she said. His brows lowered in a frown. “Did you think having sex with me would make me forget that I’m fat?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m still fat, sorry. Though the sex made me feel much better about the whole thing.”

  “About the sex…”

  Margo concentrated on her food as her cheeks went pink. “What sex?” she mumbled.

  “The sex we just had, where I roughly fucked you in the ass.”

  “Oh yeah, that sex.” Her face felt as though it were on fire she was blushing so hard.

  “Are you distressed by it? Was I too rough? Was it too much?”

  “Yes, to all those things,” she admitted, setting her food down.

  “Oh.”

  “Runako, here’s the thing.” Margo pulled the fur tight around her shoulders as a shiver overtook her. “We’d already talked about how you were too big. When you’re in your real body you’re much bigger than I am. It makes me really nervous that you were willing to push me into doing that. You haven’t had a lot of experience with humans, and you could have hurt me. You could have really hurt me, and I’m too stupid in love and lust with you to have stopped you. That scares me.”

  He was startled by her frank answer. Rather than reply he stood. Margo ducked her head. Listlessly she put a piece of chicken in her mouth. It tasted like ash on her tongue.

  Runako dropped down beside her, a thick book in his hand. Wordlessly he flipped it open. The page he’d flipped to showed a diagram of the human intestine.

  “Uhhh.”

  “I would never hurt you. I meant that when I said it. See these marks?” He pointed to penciled tick marks that filled the margin of the image. “I calculated the size of your,” he peered at the diagram for a moment, “large intestine.” He sounded out the second word. He handed her the book. “I was sure that your body could handle my cock. Look here,” he flipped to another page that showed a side view of the female reproductive system. Again tick marks filled the margin, but at the bottom there was a large X. “I knew this was not possible, and would not have done it, even if you begged. I would never hurt you. After I accidentally hurt Lena by not knowing enough about humans I’ve been carefully studying the human body.”

  Margo couldn’t help it. She started to laugh. There was a hysterical edge to it, put there by embarrassment, but mostly it was laughter of relief. He was what she thought—wonderful, caring, charming, funny.

  “I’m sorry,” she gasped between giggles. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

  “I should not have made it a game. I should have told you from the start that I knew what I was doing.”

  “It was sexy. Really sexy.”

  “It was.” He cupped her cheek and brought their mouths together in a kiss. Margo lay back and he followed her down. Gentle hands brushed away clothes. His lips touched her cheek, her collarbones, the swell of each breast.

  He treated her as if she were made of crystal, all soft hands and gentle lips. She stroked his shoulders and back, cupped his cheek to guide his lips to her nipple. When she was warm and needy, her body moist with arousal, she guided him to her.

  Runako came to her, braced on his elbows. Margo’s legs wrapped over his ass guided him in and set the pace. Chest to chest, cheek to cheek, Runako’s arms under her shoulders, they made love. It was slow and soft. No games, no role-play.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “My mate,” he sighed. Runako came, his forehead pressing hard into her shoulder, his panting breath hot on her chest. Margo experienced a bone deep satisfaction she could not name. It was not an orgasm, at least not in the way she normally defined one—fireworks and explosions of pleasure, but it was immensely pleasurable, and left her satiated.

  They dosed that way for a while, until Runako’s softening cock slid from her sex. Runako rose and pulled her up with him. They curled up together on the couch, and Margo found herself longing for bed—not her pillow-topped mattress in L.A., but the fur-lined bed in his cave.

  “Are you tired?” he whispered.

  “A bit,” she said, eyes closed. Her arms and legs were heavy, her eyelids seeming to weigh several tons each.

  “I’m here,” he whispered. “You can sleep.”

  Cuddling into his chest, Margo did just that.

  Runako kissed her forehead and settled in to rest with her. He should take advantage of her slumber to go to the human town, but he didn’t want to leave her. He hated that he’d made her scared, caused her to doubt his command of the situation. He would be more careful in the future.

  He wanted her to know what she meant to him, wanted her to know what it meant that she was in his life. In order to do that he needed to go to the human village, but it could wait.

  Resting his cheek against her head Runako held her close, protecting her, loving her, as she slept.

  Margo would not have been sleeping so peacefully, and Runako resting so calmly, if they’d known what was going on i
n Los Angeles. The calm Margo and Runako felt was not present in the City of Angels.

  Luke ducked the shoe his mate threw. His friend Michael was not so lucky.

  “Ouch,” Michael gripped.

  “This is all your fault!” Lena shouted, hands in the air. Michael sent a pleading look his mate’s direction, but Jane was standing beside Lena, her arms crossed.

  “It’s not my fault,” he said, for the five-hundredth time.

  “Without your stupid plan he never would have taken her.”

  “Runako won’t hurt her,” Luke assured his mate.

  “I’ve got scars on my thigh that say different.”

  “They’re probably having sex and lost track of time,” Henry said from the corner. He had managed to avoid direct fire from the girls, until now.

  “You’re trying to blame this on sex?” Lena yelped. “No way. Margo said she’d be back Monday. It’s Tuesday, and she’s still not back. This is all my fault.”

  The guys blinked in apparent confusion at the lightning fast topic change, but Jane wasn’t lost, and hugged her friend.

  “This isn’t you’re fault, Lena.”

  “It is. I ignored Margo when she said she’d been kidnapped. I thought she was just being dramatic, then I got that email from her and I thought everything was okay, but she’s not here. She would never have missed that meeting. He’s done something terrible to her, and we didn’t rescue her.”

  Lena covered her face with her hands and her shoulders shook with sobs. Luke’s face fell as he watched his mate dissolve into tears.

  “We’ll take you there. We’ll go now,” Luke blurted out. His friends looked at him, eyes wide.

  “Give us an hour,” Jane said to Luke. She flipped open her phone.

  “They’re fine, I promise you,” Luke told his mate. He carefully took her in his arms, sighing in relief when she let him hug her.

  Twenty minutes later Cali and Akta walked in.

  “No,” Henry said, jumping up as he saw Akta. “You’re not coming.”

  Luke and Michael smirked at him. If their mates were going they were damn well going to take the human woman Henry wanted too.

  “Damn right we’re coming,” Cali said. She had a heavy camera bag slung over her shoulder.

  “We can’t carry you all,” Henry said. Michael and Luke winced for their friend as four human females turned on him.

  “Did you just call us fat?” Akta asked, head tilted to the side.

  “No. No, no, no. I definitely didn’t do that,” Henry assured her. He tucked his hands into his pockets, took them out, cleared his throat, crossed his arms.

  “I didn’t think so,” Akta said with a sunny smile, “you can carry Cali and I.”

  Ten minutes later Luke, changed into a massive monster, rose into the sky over Los Angeles with Lena and Cali’s camera bag in his arms. She was bundled up in jackets and wrapped in a blanket. Next Henry rose in the air, Akta and Cali in his arms. Michael, still reluctant to reveal his Monster form to the other humans, was the last to take to the sky, his mate in his arms.

  “Oh God, oh yes, give me more. More. That’s it. Mmmm. Yeah, that’s good.”

  Runako stared down at his mate in bemused amusement. He broke another piece off the bar of chocolate he was feeding her.

  “More, give it to me, baby,” she moaned. Runako slipped the sliver of chocolate between her moist lips. He just barely managed to get his fingers out of the way before her teeth closed over the chocolate.

  “I begin to wonder what you like more, sex or chocolate.”

  “Post-sex chocolate, which is what this is,” Margo explained, licking her lips in a delightful manner, “is better than either sex or chocolate on their own, because it means you’ve already had sex, and you get the chocolate guilt free because of the calories you burned having sex.”

  Runako made a mental note to ask Chevo about these calories she was so concerned about. He was beginning to hate them.

  “Ahem, excuse me, slave boy, you’re falling behind on your chocolate feeding duties.”

  “Slave boy?” he asked, giving her another bit of chocolate.

  “Mmm. Oh yeah.” She paused to swallow. “Okay fine, slave man. Is that better?”

  “Hardly,” he griped, but in truth the idea of being her slave was not distressing. Assuming she meant personal and sexual slave, as opposed to manual labor.

  “I’m getting you a loincloth, and maybe some beaded arm bands. Ohh, no. Metal arm bands, they’d go right here.” She traced a spot on his upper arm, just above the swell of his bicep muscle.

  “You’ve thought about this,” he said with some alarm.

  “You betcha.”

  He stuffed a piece of chocolate into her mouth. He watched her chew, and his cock hardened. Margo chewing was seriously arousing. He could see the bone of her jaw moving under her skin. Her pink lips were moist and caught the light.

  It would be an honor to serve a woman as beautiful as Margo, and knowing she was thinking about him that way was increasing his arousal. Margo was lying across his lap, head on the arm of the couch as he fed her chocolate. She shifted slightly, and her eyes went wide. Deliberately, she shrugged her shoulder, rubbing it against his now rock-hard cock.

  “I want you, all the time,” he told her, offering up the last piece of chocolate. She took it between her teeth and pressed it to his lips. Runako bit off the bite she offered, then kissed her, the chocolate melting in his mouth. The kiss was warm and dark, flavored with cocoa and love.

  Runako grabbed her under her arms and repositioned her so she was astride his lap. The unbuttoned shirt draped over her shoulders parted, displaying her perfect breasts. Runako slid one hand under the shirt and around to her back, urging her forward so he could feel her breasts against his chest.

  “We are serious nymphos,” she whispered against his cheek.

  “You think we have too much sex?” Runako asked her, urging her hips forward. The tip of his cock rubbed the curls of her sex.

  “Probably.”

  “I think we don’t have enough sex. I could easily fuck you twice as often as I do now.”

  “We’ve had sex three times since we ate. Twice on the floor, once on the couch.”

  “And?”

  Margo threw back her head and laughed in delight. It sparkled in her eyes. “You make me very happy.”

  “My mate,” he whispered, cupping the back of her head to kiss her smiling mouth. When she broke the kiss the smile was still in place, and she licked her lips, just as she had when savoring the chocolate.

  “We’ve had plain sex three times,” he said.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Plain sex.”

  “Ah. Are you saying we’ve used up today’s quotient of vanilla sex?”

  “Huh?”

  “You want to have kinky sex.”

  “Only if you want it too. I do not mean to scare or hurt you.”

  She traced his brow, temple, and cheek with her fingertips. “I’m not worried about that. I trust you. What kinky sex did you have in mind?”

  “This might be the last time we’re in this cave,” he said.

  “True.”

  “So it might be the last opportunity we have to use the other chamber.”

  “You mean the scary cave with the sacrificial altar?”

  Runako glowered at her. “It is not a sacrificial altar.” Margo hid a grin. “Naughty girl,” he admonished, squeezing her ass.

  “So you’re going to make me your prisoner?” she said, voice husky.

  “Does the thought of being chained up and at my mercy arouse you?”

  “What arouses me is the thought of your hands on me, pleasuring me, playing with me. Doing things to me that I want but can’t admit wanting, giving me thing I didn’t know I needed. That’s what arouses me.”

  Runako jumped to his feet, Margo in his arms. She shrieked and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Runako hauled her into the other chamber, on fire to have he
r, fuck her, pleasure her. He sat her on the altar, but then left her to run and grab the fur, which he threw down on the altar. He didn’t want her to be cold.

  Margo hooked her legs around his hips and pulled him to her. She walked her fingers up his chest, then raked her nails down, leaving scratches on his chest.

  She grasped his cock in one hand, cupping his balls in the other, and began to masturbate him. Runako shivered in pleasure. Her fingers were slightly chilly against his hot flesh. He remembered how it had felt to fuck her after he’d used the ice on her.

  Margo pushed him away, then slid off the altar to kneel at his feet. He caught her hair up in his fist and her lips pushed back his foreskin and licked the tip of his cock. Her hot, wet mouth almost brought him to climax, but he stopped her, pulling her away and lifting her onto the altar. She didn’t struggle as she had before, but neither did she make it easy.

  He forced her limbs to the corners of the altar. He kissed her ankles and wrists before snapping each manacle in place. He went for the knife, and cut away the shirt. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. He pressed the flat of the blade against her nipple.

  “Runako, please, please.”

  “I won’t hurt you,” he reminded her.

  “I know, I know. Please fuck me.”

  He slid the flat of the blade down her belly and combed her curls with the tip, wishing it was his claw rather than this knife. Margo’s breath came in hitching pants. He spread her sex open with his fingers, and let the tip of the knife hover there, between her legs.

  Her scent was intoxicating. He rubbed his index finger through the wetness of her sex. He placed the knife beside him. Starting at her feet he stroked her, touching each inch of her. He kneaded the muscles of her thighs, stroked the swell of flesh on her lower belly and hips.

  He cupped her breasts together and kissed them, then licked his way up to her arms.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear.

  “And you’re mine,” she replied. He grinned, kissed her, and pinched her nipple. Margo hissed out a breath and arched her back.

  Runako spent time on her breasts, sucking and licking each one. He started out gently, soft pinches and long strokes of his tongue, but soon he was pinching and twisting the hard pink flesh, biting the tips and flicking the captured bud with his tongue.